Defined by listlessness I seek the lonely evening as yellow bellwort lowers its
head in the meadow, giving faith to a brazen day. How I long to dispatch myself
straight and hard to the humongous whirl of purple sky!
But no. I am human. Weak. Ignorant. Foolish. Nothing but a noddy.
I sigh in physical haughtiness and wait for a new break of day.
This poem is in response to Bojenn’s poetry challenge